Chapter 18 Chapter 18 Made her cry until she was dizzy...
The man's hand was on her slender waist, and the warmth of his palm was transmitted to her skin through the clothes. Shuyun's head was buzzing, and she instinctively wanted to get up and get out of his hand.
Xiao Ye held her waist, lowered his eyes to look at the girl who was resting her head on his legs, and said softly, "Sister, you cried so hard, your eyes will be swollen tomorrow, it won't look good."
As he spoke, he used his other hand to tuck the hair at her temples behind her ears and brushed it with his fingers. Shuyun's heart sank and she looked up, only to see that the man had gentle features. He used to comfort the depressed and crying women in this way as well.
But... she just felt very strange.
Shuyun was held down by him, resting her head on his thigh. The man's scent lingered in her nostrils for a long time. He gently stroked her face. Even if they were brother and sister, they shouldn't be so intimate.
Shuyun forgot to shed tears. Her thoughts were in a mess. She didn't dare to think further and placed her hands aside helplessly.
Xiao Ye brushed her eyebrows and spoke calmly and gently: "Shao Jiu is about to get engaged and get married. Do you think your sister should follow the example of your adoptive mother?"
The blood drained from Shuyun's face, and a sense of shame swept over her, wrapping her tightly, making her feel ashamed for a moment.
"I didn't." Shu Yun stammered, her voice muffled with tears.
Shu Yun carefully pushed Xiao Ye, "Brother, I want to get up."
Xiao Ye remained silent for a while, his expression obscure and unfathomable.
After a long time, his hand left her soft waist. Shuyun stood up, and her face, which was resting on his thigh, felt slightly hot. The burning sensation on her waist did not dissipate, and she could feel his hand still there.
Shu Yun grabbed the hem of her skirt, left the couch, and distanced herself from Xiao Ye.
The man was looking at her. Shuyun avoided his gaze and lowered her head. She walked slowly to the table and stared at Qingshanlan's mugwort sachet.
Because her cousin was handsome and bright, Shuyun embroidered orchids on it. She picked up the sachet that she had embroidered stitch by stitch, and stroked the embroidery with her fingertips, which was a piercing pain.
As Shuyun looked at it, her vision blurred and tears fell uncontrollably, wetting the sachet.
She wiped her tears, clutched the sachet in her palm, took a deep breath, suppressed her sadness, turned to look at the man beside the couch, and said, "Brother, please help me give this sachet to my cousin. Whether he accepts it or not,..."
Shu Yun's eyes turned red again. She was so heartbroken that she choked and continued, "That's all."
Xiao Ye sat beside the couch, looking at the crying girl, the Qingshan Blue sachet held in her palm.
The little hand holds the token of love for her lover.
Xiao Ye's face darkened slightly, but he didn't lose his temper.
Shu Yun walked towards him step by step and begged, "Brother, please help Yun Er just this once."
After a long time, Xiao Ye pulled the sachet from her hand and responded to her.
Xiao Ye rubbed the newly made sachet with his fingertips, feeling upset in his chest. He left Hengwu Garden and returned to Yanfu Residence.
The fire in the small red clay stove was burning brightly, and Xiao Ye threw the sachet into it.
The leaping flames gradually rose and the fire grew bigger, igniting the mugwort in the sachet, and the whole house was filled with the smell of mugwort.
Xiao Ye placed the kettle on the stove, and in a short while, the water in the kettle began to boil.
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Xiao Ye appeared at the Changyi Earl's Mansion. The sachet given by Shu Yun was burned to ashes, and he had nothing to take away.
Zheng Shaojiu always paid attention to his appearance. At this moment, he looked haggard, with a circle of short, thick, dark stubble at the corners of his mouth. Seeing Xiao Ye appear, he was a little excited and asked, "Is cousin Yun'er okay?"
Xiao Ye looked at him coldly and said sternly, "My cousin, since you are about to get engaged, you must be careful about your behavior and not overstep the line."
Zheng Shaojiu remained silent. It wasn't like he hadn't resisted the marriage arranged by his parents, but...
"I like Yun'er." Zheng Shaojiu murmured.
Xiao Ye frowned. "There was a lot of commotion about that fisherman's family a while ago, and Yun'er was being criticized. Where were you then? Did you ever offer any comfort to Yun'er? And where were you when she desperately sought help?"
Xiao Ye spoke righteously, every word he said was out of consideration for his sister, "Now that you are engaged to marry someone else, if you really like Yun'er, then don't let her suffer any more criticism and put her in the spotlight."
Zheng Shaojiu's body swayed slightly.
Xiao Ye said coldly, "I'm here today to take away the things Yun'er has given you over the years. From now on, you two should break up. Don't mess with her again."
Zheng Shaojiu's heart sank, and the light in his high-spirited eyes faded.
Xiao Ye was waiting in the house for Zheng Shaojiu to return the things. He knew exactly what Shu Yun had given him and he wanted to get them all back.
*
Hengwu Garden.
Xiao Ye brought back a bunch of things from Zheng Shaojiu.
Shuyun picked up one of the Mohele cigarettes, her nose tingling with bitterness. Last year on Chinese Valentine's Day, she had run into Zheng Shaojiu on the street and seen a pair of Mohele cigarettes on the stall. She bought them, giving one to Zheng Shaojiu and keeping the other.
However, the Mohelo she kept was broken into pieces after something happened to her.
Her gaze stayed on the purple-hair brush, and Shuyun could no longer hold back her tears, which flowed from the corners of her eyes.
On Zheng Shaojiu's birthday, Shuyun spent about a month making this brush as a gift for him.
Shuyun's eyes were filled with tears. She covered her face and turned away. She sat down weakly and sobbed on the desk. Her heart felt like it was being cut by a knife bit by bit. It hurt so much that she couldn't breathe.
Xiao Ye waved his hand, signaling Qiongzhi to take all the things away.
The sobbing sound is so heartbreaking to hear.
Xiao Ye walked over slowly and stood beside her, his slender shoulders trembling slightly from crying. He gently stroked the top of her head, his slender fingers weaving through her black hair, and said softly, "Since you've broken up, I'll help you throw away all your things. Out of sight, out of mind."
Shuyun originally thought that she would stay with Zheng Shaojiu for the rest of her life, but the sudden change made her feel like the sky had fallen. Now he has returned everything to her. Shuyun is heartbroken, but things have become a foregone conclusion. What can she do?
Do we have to continue to argue about this?
"Just throw it away, throw it all away." Shu Yun choked up, staring blankly at one place, and said weakly, "Throw it away."
Shu Yun was exhausted, "Brother, I'm tired and want to take a nap."
Xiao Ye looked at the girl who was crying her eyes out. For a moment, he wanted to make her cry so hard that she would cry until she was dizzy and didn't know when.
Cry because of him.
All her sorrows and joys were because of him.
Xiao Ye was not in a hurry. He stroked her head gently with a hint of restraint and left the house.
The room fell silent. Shuyun leaned over the desk, staring in the same direction. Tears filled her eyes and fell down.
Tuan Tuan came out of the nest and walked around Shu Yun's feet, its raised little tail brushing across her skirt.
Tuan Tuan shouted, jumped onto the embroidered cushion, looked up at Shu Yun, and suddenly jumped onto her knees, shouting softly.
There was a kitten on her knees. Shuyun wiped her tears and said, "You come and comfort me too."
Tuantuan's furry head rubbed against her palm, and Shuyun lay on the soft couch holding Tuantuan.
Shuyun persuaded herself to let go of this relationship in her heart. As soon as she closed her eyes, every little detail of her and Zheng Shaojiu emerged in her mind, whether laughing or quarreling.
Tears fell uncontrollably, Shuyun was heartbroken, her heart felt like it had lost something, empty.
Shuyun struggled for a long time, found out all the things Zheng Shaojiu had given her, and wrapped them together in a handkerchief.
Qiongzhi found a shovel and dug a hole under a tree in the garden.
Shuyun squatted down and put the bundle into the pit. She looked at it for a long time, made up her mind, and told Qiongzhi, "Bury them all."
The moment I closed my eyes, tears flowed out.
After a while, Shuyun was reluctant to leave and reached out to dig the hole that was almost filled.
"Miss..." Qiongzhi hurriedly pulled her, and Shuyun took the small shovel, shoveled away the covering soil, opened the bundle, and took out the pink jade peach blossom pendant from it.
Shuyun breathed a sigh of relief, and carefully picked up the pendant with her muddy hands and placed it on her heart.
Leave one.
Just keep one.
*
The next day, Xiao Shuan came to Hengwuyuan to see her. Shuyun looked listless, listless, and had no interest in anything.
"It was so sudden. You and your cousin loved each other, but who could have known it would end like this." Xiao Shuan sighed and said regretfully, "Poor pair of mandarin ducks, separated like this."
Shuyun took a long time to calm down last night, and finally convinced herself to forget it. But when Xiao Shuan mentioned it, she felt uncomfortable, "Second sister, don't say it."
Xiao Shuan covered her lips lightly, as if it was an unintentional act.
Xiao Shuan sat with Shuyun for half an hour, and seeing that she was not interested, she didn't bother to be boring anymore.
Coming out of Hengwu Garden, Xiao Shuan's lips curled up slightly, her happiness was self-evident, and even her walking was filled with pleasure.
Shuyun felt like she was possessed by a demon. Her chest felt heavy and she had no interest in the whole day. She felt even worse after hearing what Xiao Shuan said.
Yes, she and her cousin were in love with each other, so how could it end like this?
He married another beautiful woman;
She will have nothing to do with him anymore.
Shuyun was annoyed and frustrated, and told Qiongzhi, "If anyone else comes, tell them I'm going to bed and won't see anyone."
She went to lie on the bed, with her back to the outside and her body curled up. Seeing her like this, Qiongzhi wanted to say a few words of comfort, but when the words came to her lips, she didn't know how to start. She went over, lowered half of the curtain, picked up Tuantuan gently, and left the room.
…
As the sun sets in the west, gilded light shines into the house through the window, and tiny dust particles float in the air.
The man pushed the door open and walked towards the bed with ease.
A tall and strong shadow was reflected on the pink gauze curtains, and Xiao Ye stopped beside the bed.
The curtains were half-drawn, and the girl was lying on her side with her back to the outside, a thin quilt casually draped over her body, her black hair scattered on the soft pillow, her slender arms hanging in front of her, a quilt in her arms, her white fingers grasping the corner of the quilt, her slender waist rising and falling shallowly with her breathing.
She fell asleep, breathing deeply.
After a while, Xiao Ye lifted the pink gauze curtain, hung it up, and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Looking at her sleeping face, Xiao Ye's eyes dimmed slightly. The dried tear marks on her cheek were proof that she had cried.
Xiao Ye frowned, his slender fingers running through the black hair on the pillow, and the faint fragrance of flowers lingered around his nostrils.
She lifted a strand of hair with her finger and circled it around and around, until her fingers were full of her hair.
There was no movement on the bed. Xiao Ye murmured, "He's sleeping so soundly. He hasn't woken up at all."
The black hair that was wrapped around his fingers loosened, and Xiao Ye leaned over and hugged the sleeping girl.
Soft, yet stiff all over.
Xiao Ye smiled faintly, turned his head to look at her trembling eyelashes, his almond-shaped eyes tightly closed.
After a long time, he let go of the girl in his arms, put down the half hanging curtain, and left.
The steady footsteps gradually faded away, and the door was closed. Shuyun opened her eyes, shocked and filled with fear.
She clutched the quilt nervously, her stiff body trembling slightly.
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